San Francisco morning coming clear and cold Don't know if I'm waking or I'm dreaming Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief He said, musics real, the rest is seeming Oh, deep pain Feeling that won't go away There's the sound of his soul in the air I can hear it up there And I know he left those soul shadows On my mind, on my mind, on my mind Soul shadows on my mind On my mind, on my mind Soul shadows on my mind On my mind, on my mind Standing by the window as a fog rolls in I swear I can hear a far-off music Jelly Roll is playing down in Storyville And Satchmo is wailing in Chicago You ought to heard 'em play Feelings that won't go away Left the sound of their souls in the air I hear out there and I know